I should like to get him into my power: but how, I wonder,
how?"
Next day they moved the wounded general to Balaclava, and got him
safely on board the _Arcadia_. He was accompanied by a doctor and
McKay.
Mrs. Wilders received her husband with the tenderest solicitude.
"How truly fortunate I came here!" she said, with the tears in her
eyes.
"Lydstone made no objection, then? Has he remained at Constantinople?"
the general asked, feebly.
"Lydstone? Don't you know? He--" But why should she tell him? It
would only distress him greatly, and, in his present precarious
condition, he should be spared all kind of emotion. With this idea she
had begged Captain Trejago to say nothing as yet of the sad end of his
noble owner.
"Will it not be best to get the general down to Scutari?" she asked
the doctor.
"In a day or two, yes. When he has recovered the shaking of the move
on board."
"The captain wanted to know. He has no wish to go inside the harbour,
as it is so crowded; but he would not like to remain long off this
coast. It might be dangerous, he says."
"A lee-shore, you know," added Captain Trejago, for himself. "Look at
those straight cliffs; fancy our grinding on to them, with a
southerly, or rather a south-westerly, gale!"
"Is there any immediate prospect of bad weather?" asked McKay.
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